“What was that all about?” Sam asks when I join him and his harem of girls again. “I was on my way to give you a hand when I saw Roger storming over to break it up. You didn’t look like you needed my help anyway. That motherfucker didn’t stand a chance against you.”
“No, he didn’t,” I agree. “Someone should have warned him I was a linebacker in high school.”
“So who is he?” Sam asks. “Anyone I know?”
“Maybe. Turns out he is Trish’s brother. He looks familiar to me. He said something about knowing me and that I should watch my back. Did you recognize him?”
“No, I didn’t get a good look at him though.”
The blonde girl who I had left so abruptly before smiles when she sees I am back.
“Hey stranger,” she purrs, placing a manicured hand on my arm. “Don’t be running off like that again. I was getting lonely over here all by myself.”
Shit! I forgot all about her. Now I have to ditch the chick.
“Sorry,” I say. “I’m not in the mood for company tonight. Maybe another time?”
She pouts her lips, clearly disappointed. “Your loss,” she says with a flip of her hair.
I look at Sam over the top of her head and he winks.
“You can hang with me, darling,” he says to the girl, draping an arm around her waist and pulling her close. “My brother is much too dull and old for you anyway. You need a real man to keep you happy.”
The girl seems pleased, even if it means sharing Sam with another girl. Maybe that’s what she is into. If so, more power to her and to Sam.
My brother is truly a piece of work. Watching him in action wears me out sometimes. Maybe I am getting too old for this.